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A True Ghost Story 

Three Nights in a Haunted House 



A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION 



H. LEWIS ^SCAIFE. 




PROFESSOR NATURAL SCIENCES, ETC, TRINITY HALL, 

COMPILER AND ILLUSTRATOR OF 

"LIFE AT THE CITADEL." 



LOUISVILLE, KY. 

1895. 



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Copyrighted, 1895 
By H. LEWIS SCAIFE. 



Prbss of R, Jtl. Carothers. 

LbuiSVfeJWME, Ky. 



N-ROMKflON. 



TITHE belief in ghosts or in ultra-rational 
spiritual manifestations is almost as old as 
the human race itself and the legends and folk- 
lore of every people embody, more or less, some 
weird, strange stories which are handed down 
from generation to generation, and like the 
slowly moving water dropping from ledge to 
ledge along the lonely mountain side, it in- 
creases in volume as it descends. 

Superstition pervaded the every-day life of 
all ancient people and among the great men of 
old who were given to superstitious speculations 
we find the names of Hippocrates, vEschylus, 
Virgil, Homer and Horace ; and even in more 
modern times, such men as Chaucer, Roger 



IV. INTRODUCTION. 

Bacon, Baron Napier, Tycho Brahe, Francis 
Bacon, Kepler, Flamstead and JohnJ Dryden 
were believers in a " night side of nature." 

Pliny tells us of a " Haunted House " in 
ancient Athens ; and Daniel DeFoe says : " Ap- 
paritions are the invisible inhabitants of the unknown 
world affecting human shapes or other forms and 
showing themselves visibly to us. We have, we believe, 
as true a notion of the imagination as we ought to 
have. We believe that we form as many apparitions 
in our fancies as we behold with our eyes and a 
great many more. But it does not follow that there 
are no such things in nature." 

All students of Shakespeare have weighed 
the possibility of Hamlet's feigning insanity, 
but who has studied the ghost, which is gener- 
ally allowed to stalk away unnoticed ? 

Scarcely a person has an acquaintance-ship 
so limited that it does not include a ghost-seer 
(defined by Coleridge as one who sees a ghost or 
apparition) . Cases reported by people whose 




INTRODUCTION. V. 

veracity cannot be doubted are so numerous 
and sometimes so baffling, that science has 
been called in to clear up the mystery of 
haunted houses, apparitions, presentiments, 
dreams, and kindred phenomena. Several 
years ago the International Congress of Psy- 
chology decided to collect material for scien- 
tific study. The following question is asked 
those who have passed through some super- 
natural experience : " Have you ever, when be- 
lieving yourself to be completely awake, had a vivid 
impression of being touched by a living or inani- 
mate object, or hearing a voice, which impression, 
so far as you could discover, was not due to any 
external cause? " 

Prof. William James, of Harvard University, 
has charge of the American Census, which has 
not yet been published ; the English Com- 
mittee is already out with a report based upon 
17,000 answers returned to the question pro- 
pounded. It is claimed that there are too many 



VI. INTRODUCTION. 

authentic cases to offer " chance " as their ex- 
planation. 

Each community has its haunted house. 
Some of these have been investigated and the 
supposed mysterious phenomena explained ; 
others still continue to freeze the blood of the 
midnight passer-by. 

The writer here presents a true and impar- 
tial narrative of his own experience in one of 
the latter class, which he visited for the purpose 
of solving its mystery. 

H. L. Scaife. 
Trinity Mall, 

Louisville, Ky. 



A TRUE GHOST STORY; 

OR 
THREE NIGHTS IN A HAUNTED HOUSE. 

"Hark ! on the wainscot now it knocks! 

"If thou art a ghost/' cried Orthodox 
With that affected solemn air 

Which hypocrites delight to wear, 
And all those forms of consequence 

Which fools adopt instead of sense ; 
It* thou'rt a ghost, who from the tomb 

St&lk'st sadly silent through this gloom 
In breach of Nature's stated laws, 

For good or bad, or for no cause, 
Give now nine knocks ; like priests of old, 
Nine, we a sacred number hold." 

— Churchill. 



" What may this mean, 

That thou dead corse, again, in complete steel. 
Re-visits thus the glimpses of the moon, 

Making nights hideous ; and we fools of nature, 
So horridly to shake our disposition, 

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? 
Say, why is this ?" 

— Hamlet. 

I. 

About two years ago, a respectable Daily 
published an account of some strange and un- 



O A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

canny happenings in the so-called " Haunted 
House," of Elbert county, Georgia. Peculiar 
noises were heard, and strange things occurred, 
which could not be accounted for. Men of un- 
doubted veracity vouched for the authenticity 
of the statements, which were given in the 
article as facts, and the story was copied in 
many prominent papers. 

A relative of mine, a merchant of Elberton, 
when at my home on a visit last summer, told 
me of his own experience at this " Haunted 
House." He claimed to have heard the noises 
himself, and insisted that he was unable to 
offer any explanation of them. 

Recently I had occasion to visit the town of 
Elberton, and while there I determined to in- 
vestigate the. " Haunted House" and attempt 
to assign natural causes to the phenomena. 

Before repairing to the house which is situated 
eighteen miles southeast of the town of Elber- 
ton, I was told of many experiences which it 
had afforded the terrified people who had vis- 
ited it. No intelligent person could believe 
these stories, although they were told in a seri- 




"The trouble was with Old Bart. He 
had heard a screech owl." — page 17. 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 9 

ous manner, and in most cases upon oath. When 
it was suggested that a fraud was being perpe- 
trated, men who claimed Christian characters, 
hooted at the idea, and were willing to make 
affidavits that it could not be a fraud. 

II. 

A party of twenty men, including myself, 
started early one morning for the " Haunted 
House," where we intended to camp and fish 
for several days. The central figure of this 
party was an elderly man, who was born and 
raised in the neighborhood. I was told that he 
was a prosperous merchant and farmer, a mem- 
ber of the Methodist Church, and a man whose 
veracity could not be doubted. This gentleman 
has written articles on the " Haunted House " 
for various papers. On the way he remarked 
that he would not sleep in the house for all the 
money in Elbert county. He said this in all 
seriousness when we were going, and when we 
were returning three days later, he made the 
more emphatic statement : " There is not money 
enough in the world to pay me to stay in that house 



10 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

after dark; if you'd fasten me in it, I would die or 
go crazy:' Others in the party, after they had 
seen and heard for themselves, made practically 
the same statement. 

After a half-day's ride, through a rough 
country, we reached the " Rotten Level Road." 
This soon led us to the spot where we had de- 
cided to camp — on the banks of Broad River, 
and five miles from its mouth, where it empties 
into the Savannah. The locality is reputed to 
be one of the wildest in Georgia. One mile up 
the river, catamounts, wild-cats, and wild tur- 
keys are said to be present in abundance. Down 
the river one mile is the "Haunted House." 
Both up and down the river bank, all nature is 
painfully still, with the exception of the con- 
stant whistling of the quail. 

In a few minutes the wagons were unloaded, 
tents were pitched, and a fire made. Lunch 
was in order, and the men crowded around 
" Old Bart," the negro cook, to be served with 
the necessities of nature — some of them taking 
it from the cup. Refreshments over, and the 
men scattered ; some went in the river with 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 11 

their seines, some went hunting, and I alone 
was anxious to stroll around the "Haunted 
House." To my disappointment the party had 
positively declared that they would not camp 
any closer to it. I started off alone, but was 
soon joined by two others from the camp. 

Through briar patches, cane-brakes and 
wooded land, we made, and sometimes beat 
our way. After a rough ramble for about one 
mile, we came to an old neglected road, running 
directly south, and which lay at the western 
foot of a hill. This hill or mountain is cov- 
ered with heavy forests, and from its summit it 
takes a gradual slope towards the south until it 
reaches the river. A quarter of a mile down 
this deserted lane, and we came to the gate of a 
dilapidated paling fence, eight feet high, which 
climbed over the hill-side to our left, until it 
was lost to sight in the under-growth. Peeping 
through the fence and taking an enfilading 
glance to the left, we saw the " Haunted House " 
over which the hill cast its gloomy shadow. 
The fence enclosed this house, about twenty- 
five empty cabins, and the ruins of an old fac- 



12 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

tory. The fence formed half of an ellipse, with 
the river for its major axis. 

The rusty hinges of the old gate shrieked as 
we entered the mysterious valley which scarcely 
echoes but to the voices of nature. 

The reader will remember that we entered 
the gate in the northwest corner of the fence. 
Here we found a path leading to the front of 
the house, which sits at the extreme northern 
end of the minor axis of the ellipse already 
referred to. Follow the path and climb the 
hill near the fence until you find yourself on 
the same level as the up-stairs front door of the 
house, which faces towards the summit of the 
hill. Parallel with the front of the building, 
and against it, a rock terrace cut in the side of 
the hill extends to the right and to the left. 
On the right of the house two large wine cel- 
lars have their opening in this wall. Walk to 
the corner of the house, look over the terrace, 
and you see fifteen feet below you the level 
upon which the house is built and you also see 
what was once a flower yard. Weeds have crept 
in and grown up, and a huge neglected rose- 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 18 

bush clings to the rock terrace over which you 
stand. Behind you the hill rises to a goodly 
height. 

The house was open and we entered the 
front door ; we searched all its secret recesses, 
but could find nothing by which the noises I 
had heard of could be accounted for. We pass- 
ed through the house down the stairway and out 
on the ground below. So far we still had not 
seen or heard anything to impress us with the 
thought that the house was haunted, except a 
dismal loneliness which seemed to hover over 
the place, a fit abode for an unhappy spirit ! 
The only relic which we found in the empty 
rooms that suggested better days was an old 
iron safe with its door flung open. 

We were now standing on the second terrace 
(that on which the house was built). About 
one hundred feet from the south side of the 
house, and at the edge of the weed-choked 
flower yard, was another rock wall, parallel 
with and like the one already described. A 
road from the gate we entered ran along at the 
foot of this wall and extended to the fence on 



14 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

the left. Beside the road was a row of about 
thirteen deserted factory cabins equi-distant 
apart. Fifty yards down this row, and at right 
angles to it, is another row of cabins reaching 
to the river. In the second angle formed by 
these two rows, and on the bank of the river, 
are the ruins of the old factory. 

The place was sold at auction before the war, 
and bought by " Tommy McCarthy," an Irish- 
man, who again put the factory into operation. 
The factory was supplied with cotton from his 
adjoining land by his negroes, who likewise 
operated the factory. Soon Mr. McCarthy be- 
came wealthy. After the war the negroes were 
supplanted by white hands. Twelve years ago 
the factory was burned, and it is said that Mr. 
McCarthy had trouble with the insurance com- 
panies. Two years later he died. 

Soon after the death of Mr. McCarthy, 
stories gained circulation, saying that unac- 
countable noises were heard in this house, which 
had never been heard before his death. 

Several families rented the house, but moved 
away. They claimed that at night, after they 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 15 

had all gone to bed, they could see a dim light 
moving and hear crackling noises. When the 
light faded away, something with a rustling 
sound would run about the rooms in which they 
slept. They lit lamps and searched thoroughly, 
but in vain. No sooner would the light go out 
than they could hear the noises again. A dog 
was allowed to sleep in the house, but he would 
take no notice of the mysterious occurrences. 

Now the house is unoccupied ; not a human 
being is on the place, which to-day is a deserted 
village, where a magnificent estate is going to 
ruins. I was told that its present owners would 
give the place indefinitely to any person who 
would occupy it. The man, who keeps his cat- 
tle in the grounds to pasture, claimed that 
after all that has taken place there, he would 
not dare to go for his cows after dark. 

We next went to the river. As it dashes 
down the shoals, it brings with it water-power 
unsurpassed in Georgia. Viewed from the top 
of a high rock, the beautiful river, dotted with 
islands, rivals the great St. Lawrence on a 
smaller scale. 



16 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

III. 

Back to camp again, and supper is ready. 
The seining party had brought in some excellent 
fish ; the hunters likewise had been successful. 
After supper, as we sat around the fire smok- 
ing, I suggested that a party of us should go 
down to the " Haunted House." Old Bart, the 
cook, a black, fat, blue-gummed negro, inter- 
rupted : " Yer better not be like de ole nigger." 

" How's that, Bart f " I asked. 

" Wall, de ole nigger and de boys war er runnin 
from de patrollers* Be boys war a gittin erhead, 
an when de ole man gib out he holler, 4 Run reglar, 
boys, run reglar ; catch one, catch all. 9 ' 

His point was so suggestive, that we from 
that moment recognized Bart as " wag of the 
camp." 

Before we started my suspicions were aroused 
when several of the party objected to my carry- 
ing a gun. They claimed that two horses had 
already been killed in the pasture, and that I 
would be sure to take one for " Old Tommy 
McCarthy," as they called our ghost. I allayed 
their fears by assuring them that I would not 



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" When you come back cross dis yere 
fiel, Ole Bart gwtne ter be loapin wid de 
gang."— Page 18. 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 17 

shoot anything, unless I was sure it was the 
" ghost," and that if I should kill a horse 
through mistake, I would pay for the damage. 

After each member of the party had taken 
an oath that he would not use, or permit to be 
used, any fraud, and that each would consci- 
entiously do all in his power to ferret out the 
mystery, we started for the "Haunted House." 

Through desolate woods and along un- 
frequented paths, we trod in Indian fashion, 
single file. The night was dark and the lantern 
was in front. As a result somebody in the rear 
was often lost to sight in a briar-patch, and 
occasionally a comrade just in front would 
suddenly drop into a gully several feet deep, 
and crawl out covered with mud. 

IV. 

Our procession comes to a sudden stop ! 

"What's the matter V everyone wanted to 
know at once ! 

The trouble was with " Old Bart "—he had 
heard a screech-owl, that lugubrious night-bird, 

B 



18 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

which figures so largely in negro superstition. 
" Old Bart " seemed afraid to continue, and it 
was out of the question for him to go back one 
hundred yards to the camp by himself. Finally 
we placed him in the middle of the line and 
made another start. 

All was quiet ; nobody had anything to say ; 
probably all were husbanding their vocal en- 
ergy for the return trip, when doubtless we 
would have something to talk about. The only 
sound was the tramping of feet. Emerging 
from the woods, we crossed a deserted field. 
Scarcely had we covered its breadth, when Bart 
broke the silence again : " When yer come baek 
cross dis yer jiel, Ole Bart gwine ter be loapin wid 
de gang." 

We had nearly reached our destination, when 
some one insisted upon putting out the light, 
for it was said that the ghost was never heard 
when light was near. I objected, but better 
judgment prevailed, and I saw the last flicker- 
ing of the light disappear. 

We were now in the land of spirits, and it 
was nearly that " witching time of night when 



A TRUE GHOST STORY, 19 

churchyards yawn." We silently filed through 
the gate and followed the road which led by 
the "Haunted House." I was told that after 
Mr. McCarthy's death, the house was occupied 
by a Mr. "Budd," who died with pneumonia 
shortly after moving there. His physician lived 
some miles away. One evening the physician 
left his patient better and did not return until 
the following night. In the meantime, Mr. 
Budd grew suddenly worse and died. The next 
day the dead man was buried and the house 
was closed. The physician, not knowing this, 
came that night, as usual, to see his patient. 
As he neared the house, he saw people entering 
the front door. He hitched his horse, and when 
he reached the front door, he found it locked. 
He then tried the back door — it too was fas- 
tened. Again he saw the people going in at the 
front door. He re-examined it, but found it 
fastened as before. Returning to his horse, he 
left the place as fast as his animal would carry 
him. 

We followed the road, passed the " Haunted 
House," and walked down the row of deserted 



20 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

cabins until we stood by an old store. We 
waited here for spiritual manifestations to be- 
gin in the "Big House On The Hill." While 
we were waiting, I was told how the clerk, who 
slept in the store by which we were standing, 
had been forced to give up his position, and 
how impossible it was to find another who 
would take his place. At night, as soon as he 
extinguished his light, he could hear some one 
knocking at the door, but when he would look, 
he could find no one, and hear nothing. 

One night the moon was shining, while he 
and a friend were sitting upon the counter 
talking. Three loud knocks were heard at the 
door, and both men ran out to look. Nobody 
could possibly have knocked and gotten away. 
There was a cellar under the store ; it was well 
searched, but no one could be found. This was 
repeated several times. 

The next night, while the clerk was asleep, 
he was awakened by a plank falling from the 
ceiling; then something jumped on his bed, 
with a thud. The man became so frightened 
that he covered up his head, and as soon as 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 21 

morning came, he left the place. The store has 
never been occupied since. 

Another house was pointed out to me just be- 
low the store. All its windows were open, and 
each seemed to pour out darkness into the al- 
ready dark night. I was told by the old gentle- 
man, the leader of our little expedition, how a 
fishing party, which was camping near it, had 
heard noises like chains being dragged around in- 
side the house. He continued : " Each man ran 
to see what it was, and finding the door locked, 
we tore off planks and went inside." I was 
conducted and showed where the planks on the 
side of the house were actually gone. The old 
man took an oath that, as he was a gentleman, 
this story was true, for he was there himself, 
I asked him if it could not have been rats? 

" No, sir, look at the stars through the roof; there 
was not a4hing in the house /" was his reply. 

We turned to go back to the " Big House," 
where even the worst of all is said to have oc- 
curred. As we faced about, the line of cabins 
in the darkness appeared like huge phantoms 
couched and ready to spring upon the unwary 



22 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

creature, who might dare to come there alone. 
In their windows the mind's eye could see any 
spectre imaginable, standing there in the dark- 
ness, in bold relief. 

Almost tipping around the last cabin, we 
ascended the mound where the terrace of the 
" Big House " ended, and in a few minutes we 
stood huddled together in front of the dreaded 
object. 

All was still ; not even a breath of air was 
stirring ; only the river as it slipped through 
the shoals could be heard. The moon had gone 
and the stars vanished one by one in the fog, 
as it rose from the river. We waited for fifteen 
minutes without speaking above a whisper. 

V. 

Bap I rap 11 rap III sounded within the 
house, and something like a stone rolled across 
the up-stairs piazza and dropped with a thud to 
the ground. I looked for it the next morning, 
but could find nothing which would have rolled 
across the piazza and made the noise. 

Immediately after the rapping, a low mourn- 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 23 

ful sound, like that of a spinning-wheel or the 
wind blowing in a chimney corner, rose slowly 
three times in three different positions of the 
house, and then died away in the opposite gable 
from the one in which it was first heard. It is 
said that Mr. Budd, who died in the house, 
made the same sound when he breathed his 
last. 

All became still again, deathly still ! We 
waited a long time but could hear nothing. 
Then we moved up closer to the house and 
after a while sat down on the piazza. The 
doors of the house were open and I sat in the 
darkness with my back to the hall stairway 
gazing towards the graveyard on the hill, where 
it said one can hear earth dropping on a coffin 
at midnight. 

VI. 

Bang! bang!! bang!!! Something com- 
ing down three steps of the stairway brought 
me to my feet. I whirled around and leveled 
my gun to fire. Some one near me cried, " DonH 
shoot." I did not know where to shoot, for I 



24 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

could see nothing. For fifteen minutes we 
heard nothing more. 

"Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! 

Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, 

Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, 

Be thy intent wicked or charitable, 

Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, 

That I will speak to thee." 

— Hamiet. 

Then I cried into the house, "If you are a 
spirit, rap three times." 

Rap! rap! ! rap!!! came slowly, as though 
some one was knocking with a knuckle in the 
room overhead. 

I next said: •' If you want to communicate, 
rap five times." Five raps answered, each rap 
coming from a different part of the house and 
almost at the same time. I continued to ask 
questions, which were answered by raps as 
above. With each question I demanded a dif- 
ferent number of raps for an affirmative reply. 
Continued silence after a question was inter- 
preted as a negative answer. 

Q. " Are you unhappy, and do you want 
your soul purged of some burden? " A. " Yes." 




u i saw the last flickering of the light 
disappear." — Page 18. 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 25 

Q. " It is said that you have money buried 
here, is this true? " A. " Yes." 

Q. "Is it within one hundred yards from 
where I am standing?" A. "Yes." 

Q. " Is it in the house? " A. " Yes." 
Q. "Is it down-stairs?" A. "No." 
Q. "Isitup-stairs?" A. "No." 
Q. " Is it in the garret? " A. " No." 
Q. " Is it under the house?" A. " Yes." 
Q. " Is it under the north-east corner of 
the house?" A. "No." 

Q. "Is it under the south-east corner?" 
A. " No." 

Q. " Is it under the south-west corner? " A. 
"Yes." 

Q. "Do you wish any one in this party to 
have the money? " A. " Yes." 
Q. "Is it I?" A. "No." 
A bald-lieaded man in our party would 
have been at an advantage, when "each partic- 
ular hair stood on end," endeavoring to lift a 
scalp, but for the cold perspiration on his 
brow and the shivers chasing each other down 
his back. 



26 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

After being informed that I was not to re- 
ceive the money, I called over the names of 
various ones in the party, until I finally re- 
ceived an affirmative reply. 

" Why do you want this man to have the 
money; have you ever wronged any of his people?" 
A. "Yes." 

The next day news came to the camp that 
this man's grandfather was to be buried that 
evening. One man said he knew it to be an 
actual fact, that Mr. McCarthy had bought 
cotton from the old man during the war, and 
that he had never gotten his money. 

Q. " Will as much as one thousand dollars 
be found?" A. "Yes." 

Q. " Rap once for each one thousand." A. 
One, two, three, four, Jive, six, seven, — "Seven 
Thousand Dollars!" 

Q. " Did you burn your factory, as people 
say you did?" A. " No." 

Q. " Do you wish to communicate any 
more? " 

No further response ; I had located the last 
rap in a front room on the first floor. This 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 27 

room had two doors ; having sent several of the 
party around the house to guard one, I entered 
the other, which was in a few feet of me. I 
made a light and searched the room thoroughly, 
as well as other parts of the house, but I found 
no one concealed and nothing by which the 
noise could have been made. 

After this experience we returned to camp ; 
on the way I thought of Washington Irving's 
" Sleepy Hollow." I could see his " Hessian 
Trooper ; " then I could see poor " Ichabod 
Crane " dashing down the road. I could see 
his attitude as he reached the bridge his short 
stirrups throwing his knees under his chin as 
he leans over to see the " Headless Horseman," 
who has him hemmed in. I could hear " Old 
Gunpowder " snort and refuse to budge. Then 
I thought of Ichabod's mysterious disappear- 
ance and I wondered if he was really carried 
off by the Hessian Trooper. Had I suggested 
to my companions his supposed fate, no doubt 
that, after our experience, some of them would 
have said, " I will believe it now." 

As I lay in camp, restless and tired, I 



28 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

turned my eyes and looked down the river. I 
saw a star nearly over the " Haunted House." 

An idea occurred to me and I woke every- 
body up by exclaiming, " Look at that star, or 
whatever it is; isn't it moving?" All eyes were 
turned and half the party were positive that 
the star was slowly moving around in a small 
circle over the " Haunted House." Some of 
the men claimed that the phenomenon was 
caused by looking at the star through the trees 
when the wind was blowing. This idea was 
exploded, when some one claimed that it was a 
cloud drifting over it ; but this was impossible 
for we could see no cloud. " Strange, strange, 
strange," thought I, for the star was really not 
moving at all, and then I fell asleep. 

VII. 

I was awakened at five o'clock the next 
morning by rattling of chains : some of the 
men rushed out of the tent, startled and ap- 
parently frightened.. Some one had taken the 
wagon chains and prepared the plot during the 
night. As soon as we discovered that this was 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 29 

only a practical joke, we turned the laugh on 
one of the party, who had started off through 
the under-growth on " all-fours," not tarrying 
long enough to stand erect before taking a 
start. Before breakfast, I walked alone down 
by the " Haunted House " for a hunt. On the 
way I saw an old negro plowing in a field some 
distance off. I directed my steps toward him, 
to be advised as to where I could find some 
squirrels. Before I left him, I asked his opin- 
ion of the " Haunted House." With an honest 
expression, but in a nervous voice, he replied, 
" Wall, sar, Fse been thar many times, but Tse 
neber seed dem dar hants yit. Sar, I don't believe 
it!" 

The day was spent mostly in fishing. We 
crossed the river to seine the opposite bank. 
While returning, the boat behind me was cap- 
sized, but fortunately no further damage was 
done than dumping its load into the river. 

Often throughout the day the conversation 
drifted back to the " Seven Thousand Dollars," 
which many claimed they honestly believed 
would be found. Twenty-five dollars was of- 



30 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

fered the man, who had been singled out by the 
" spirit," for his chance of obtaining the hidden 
money, before even a search had been made. 
The offer was quickly refused. The night be- 
fore, the "spirit" had told the man to come 
for his money, but the man pretended that he 
was afraid to hunt for it by himself. Others 
said they did not care to go with him, for the 
spirit meant for him to go alone. 

VIII. 

The second night we set out for the "Haunted 
House " again. The noises, as on the previous 
night, were heard, accompanied by more terri- 
ble ones. This time we did not have to wait so 
long before we heard them. They were pre- 
luded by something hitting the side of the 
house with great force, directly in front of me. 
Then all the windows in the house began to 
shake. 

I renewed my experiments in spiritualism — 
numbers of questions were asked and answered. 
Strange to say no reply would be given except 
to my questions, which were always answered by 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 81 

raps as before. My interrogations began with a 
question concerning the " money." I was in- 
informed that the man for whom it was in- 
tended would not get it because he had put off 
searching for it. It repeated that there was 
Seven Thousand Dollars (in gold) awaiting 
a finder. Our incognito companion rapped 
quickly to my question, inquiring if it would 
be unhapy until the money was found. 

Finally I asked a question, which I thought 
would certainly not be answered. 

Q. " How many Uncles have I ? " A. 
"Two." 

Q. "Are they both on my mother's side? " 
No response. 

Q. "Are they both on my father's side?" 
No response. 

Q. " How many brothers has my mother? " 
A. " One." 

Q. " How many brothers has my father? " 
A. "One." 

These answers were correct. I was standing 
within an arm's length of a tree which was 
struck with considerable force by something 



32 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

which I could not see. Several men were a 
short distance behind me. I drew my revolver 
and remarked that the next stone from that 
direction would be answered by a bullet. Each 
one of the men in the group swore that he did 
not throw it. 

Q. "Do you want us to come nearer to 
the house?" A. "No." 

Q. "If you do not want us to come any 
nearer, rap twice." Two raps was the reply. 

Several of the men did not heed the protest 
of our invisible conversationalist and stepped 
briskly toward the piazza. No sooner had they 
placed a foot on the steps, before the whole 
piazza shook as though it would fall and crush 
them. They hastily beat a retreat to where we 
were standing. 

As we returned to camp most of our com- 
panions declared that " money could not induce 
them to go back to the house." As we walked 
along one of the men became deathly ill, ap- 
parently from fright. 

The third night finally came. A majority 
of the party bad deserted and returned home. 




" We were now in the land of spirits and it was 
nearly that witching time of night when church- 
YARDS yawn."— Page 18-19. 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 33 

During the day one of the weather prophets 
had given his opinion that it would rain by 
night, so we had moved down the river to the 
" Haunted House " to camp in a cabin. We 
made our headquarters in the one farthest from 
the " Haunted House." 

IX. 

After supper, we were all on the veranda of 
the little cottage, when I cried, " Look, look, 
what is that white object moving by the fence V 
All eyes were focussed from the point of my 
ringer. Some one raised a lantern, and it was 
several minutes before all were convinced that 
they could see something with shining eyes 
creeping towards the "Haunted House." 

"Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold, 
There is no speculation in those eyes, 
Which thou dost glare with." 

— Ibid. 

Like the moving star, already referred to, 

this object was a creature of the imagination. 

I had simply pointed to a white spot on the 

fence ; the eyes of my companions, peering 



84 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

through the darkness, had followed it to the 
" Haunted House," some of them claiming that 
it was a fox. Allowing myself to go too far up 
the row of cabins, I heard a noise like stones 
falling in the house behind me. I felt assured 
that I saw one of the party throw the stones, 
but when accused he swore that he did not. 

After a while, about ten o'clock, we all went 
up the hill to the " Haunted House " — a most 
terrible noise had already begun there. Surely 
it must have something important to commu- 
nicate, judging from its apparently unhappy 
mood. 

Not caring to have anything else to do with 
" it," I remarked that there might be another 
medium in the party, and that I would find 
out. 

Q. " If there is any one in this party yon 
wish to communicate with, rap twice." It re- 
plied immediately in the affirmative. 

I called over the names of all present, but 
after each name came only a prolonged silence. 
" That is strange" said I, " it wants to communi- 
cate with somebody here, but yet I have called the 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 85 

names of all of you" Then it occurred to me 
that I had not called rny own name. 

Q. " Do you wish to communicate with 
me?" A. "Yes." 

It then repeated by raps for the third time 
that Seven Thousand Dollars was buried on the 
place. 

A man told me that his brother dreamed 
that " old Tommy McCarthy " came to him and 
told him where seven thousand dollars was hid ; 
that he must come for it on a dark night at mid- 
night and look for it in a certain place. The man 
continued, " this was dreamed eight years ago, and 
three nights in succession" Being an ignorant 
man, he was prevented from searching by the 
old superstition, " if a man seeks buried money at 
midnight and does not find it, his feet will become 
riveted to the ground where he stands" 

The next question revealed the fact that I 
was to have the money, but that I must go 
away and return for it. 

Q. "Must I return this summer?" A. 
" Yes." 



I5D A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

Q. " Rap the month." A. One, two, three, 
four, five, six, — " June ! " 

Q. "Rap the day of the month." A. One, 
two, three — " must return the third of June." 
It was now the first day of that month. Then 
came the most unearthly noises, scrapings' 
and moving of something, and rattling, like 
bushels of money being fmovedjfrom one part 
of the house and dropped in another. I fired a 
shot over the house ; the noises immediately 
ceased, but as soon as I left, they grew even 
louder than before ; after I had reached our 
cottage I could hear them distinctly. 



X. 



We were all lying on our pallets of straw, 
the light still burning, when some one discov- 
ered that the " Third of June " would be Sun- 
day. I stated positively that I would not look 
for the treasure on Sunday. Possibly there 
was some mistake, and I thought that I could 
make further inquiries without going back to 
the " Haunted House." Some objection was 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 37 

made to my bringing the spirit where we had 
to sleep. 

" Knock three times if you will communicate^ 
I said. It did as I commanded, once on the 
floor under me, once in the next room, and once 
overhead. I was told that " Monday " would do 
as well. 

Some one suggested prayer, after which I 
went to sleep. 

On our way home, " old Bart " said to me, 
4 " Sur. if it had not been for you y we'd er all been 
distroyed " He was not aware of the fact that 
it was discovered that he was one of the ghosts. 

I visited the " Haunted House " with the 
determination of satisf}ang myself that the 
"ghost" was of flesh and blood or that the 
noises had some accountable origin. 

As a result I found that this ghost story, 
like most others, has a real, living man at the 
bottom of it. The whole affair from beginning 
to end was a miserable fraud. The old man, 
who accompanied the party, and had written 
so much for the papers, concerning the " Haun- 
ted House," was ring-leader of the " ghosts." 



38 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

I have a written statement signed by him, 
under oath, that there was no fraud attached 
to the stories which he has written, but when 
he was exposed, he made a confession which 
was doubtless more truthful. 

XI. 

Like most deserted houses in which some 
one has died, " old Tommy McCarthy's " house, 
by virtue of its desolation, became " haunted. " 

Eight years ago this old man, with a fishing 
party, was at the "McCarthy House." Rum- 
maging about the house, various articles were 
found hidden in its crevices. In an old stove- 
pipe three hundred dollars (in Confederate 
notes) were found. Examining the bills, the 
finder rolled them up and nidthem away again, 
saying that he would not dare remove the 
money hid by the hands of his old friend, 
<* Tommy McCarthy." The negroes of the 
party were finally wrought up to such a state 
of excitement, that they ran for the mules, 
and only taking time to cut the traces, started 
for home leaving the old man and his confre- 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 89 

res behind. This is said to he the real begin- 
ning of the checkered history of the " Haunted 
House." As soon as this incident pointed out 
to the world this house as " haunted," more 
ingenious stories began to radiate from the 
doomed locality. 

The house was seldom visited, except by 
fishing parties. When it was known that a 
party would be on the river, arrangements 
were made to have men secreted within the 
house. Being properly equipped with means by 
which they could make their noises, they were 
quite successful in the role of ghosts. Men 
who were acquainted with the plot always ac- 
companied the investigating parties, else the 
ghosts were not heard. They were there to 
prevent a shot being fired in a 'fatal direction, 
as well as to misguide and throw the real 
searchers off the track of the " ghosts." The 
reader will now understand how the " ghost " 
got out of the room in which I had him located. 
In searching for ghosts, follow the principle, 
Falsum in una, falsum in omnibus. I have given 
my own experience literally and I have told the 



40 A TRUE GHOST STORY. 

experiences of others as they were told to me. 
I dare say that some of my readers had already 
suspicioned the " ghost " by carrying a search 
light into this data and watching closely the 
movements of a few spirits who had not yet 
" shuffled off this mortal coil '." 

Monday night came: so far I had not yet 
divulged my secret. A bogus telegram from a 
friend who " would be over to visit the ' Haun- 
ted House,'" served my purpose. The old man 
and his confreres put out for their post. While 
they spent the mid-night watches concealed in 
the lonely " McCarthy House," eighteen miles 
from civilization, amid rats and flying squir- 
rels, ready for my return to the buried treasure, 
I had planned to be snugly sleeping on the 
vestibule returning to my home in Carolina, 
after my three days' sojourn on the banks of 
one of the most lovely streams in which it has 
ever been my pleasure to cast a hook and await 
the pleasures of the epicures of the "pisca- 
torial tribe." 

What could have been the motive in at- 
tempting to confine a fac-simile spirit of " old 



A TRUE GHOST STORY. 41 

Tommy McCarthy " in his quondam home for 
so many years after the bona-fide spirit had 
flown to "that undiscovered country from whose 
bourne no traveler returns" I must leave for the 
reader to assign. 



Glendower : I can call up spirits from the 
vasty deep ! 

Hotspur : Why, so can 1; or so can any man : 
But will they come when thou dost call for them f 



FINIS 



A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION. 



Few things have influenced and controlled 
the destiny of man so largely as superstition. 
It has often become a part of his religion, 
shaped his habits and governed his life. Su- 
perstition generally decreases in proportion to 
mental development. It dominates the life of 
the savage to whom nature presents, as he 
thinks, one continual display of supernatural 
effects. 

The wild natives of Australia tremble with 
awe at the mournful cry of the night-hawk 
" carrying away the soul of a child ; " the 
Hindoo believes - that " two invincible deities 
ride upon the radiant summit of clouds as 
upon a well-trained steed ; " thousands of new- 
born babes of heathen parentage have been 
put to death in Madagascar, because they 
chanced to be " born in an unlucky hour ; " 
the Eskimo assumes that the Aurora Borealie 
is caused by departed spirits playing ball with 
the head of a walrus; American Indian My- 



A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION. 48 

thology tells in detail of the passage of the 
dead warrior to the " Happy Hunting Ground," 
and in one grand unwritten poem it accounts 
for all that the eye can see and the ear can 
hear. 

The almost universal belief of aboriginal 
tribes in immortality and their burnt sacrifices 
and offerings at their orgies to the Great Un- 
seen, must at one time have had some deep 
significance. They bear a striking analogy to 
the old Mosaic Mites, and may be these savage 
superstitions degenerated from the True Re- 
ligion which, after long ages, was allowed to 
lapse into a belief in animism and in the 
powers of the wizard and the medicine man. 
The North American Indian's idea of the 
" Great Spirit " and the " Happy Hunting 
Ground," must have originally been a faith in 
God and a hope of heaven : 

' ' Lo ! the poor Indian, whose untutored mind 
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind ; 
His soul proud science never taught to stray 
Far as the solar walk or milky way ; 
Yet simple nature to his hope has given, 
Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler heaven." 

—Pope. 



44 A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION. 

As far back as the search-light of history 
has penetrated, it has found the ancient cen- 
tres of civilization hid in the gloom of super- 
stition and the fountain head of true history 
starts afar off in the dim of the distant past, 
where it trickles out of a quagmire through 
which no historian has ever waded. 

If the literature of the Hindoos and Per- 
sians be excepted, then the earliest authentic 
records we have of superstition are found in 
Scriptural narrative. We are there told that 
the magicians of Egypt attempted to imitate 
certain miracles of Moses : 

" Then Pharaoh called the wise men and 
sorcerers ; now the magicians of Egypt did 
likewise with .their enchantments." — Ex. 
viL, 11. 

The Levitical law declared : 

" A man or a woman that hath a familiar 
spirit, or that is a wizard, shall surely be put 
to death."— Lev. xx., 27. 

Later on we read that Nebuchadnezzer com- 
manded the Chaldeans to be cut in pieces be- 
cause they requested a delay before attempting 



A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION. 46 

to interpret his dream, which the king saw was 
but an excuse " to prepare lies and corrupt words 
to speak before him." When Nebuchadnezzer 
called on Daniel, the prophet made answer : 

" The secret which the king hath demanded 
cannot the wise men, the astrologers, the ma- 
gicians, the soothsayers say unto the king ; 
but there is a God in heaven that revealeth 
secrets, and maketh known unto the king 
Nebuchadnezzer what shall be in the latter 
days."— Dan. ii., 27, 28. 

The temples of antiquity, in whose shades 
and recesses the priests were supposed to do 
wonders, were prostituted to superstition, the 
Hebrew race alone keeping its religion pure. 
Egypt was a land of superstition, and there was 
scarcely a variety of bird or beast that was not 
held sacred by the inhabitants ; Babylon fol- 
lowed after strange gods, while Grecian My- 
thology reached an aesthetic excellence ; Cicero, 
himself an augur, writes of the " wise men, 
augurs, and diviners," and the oracle at Delphi 
decided the fate, not only of individuals, but 
of the nation. 



46 A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION. 

During the Middle Ages, the darkest period 
of the world's history, when Christianity went 
into a lethargy and the light of learning 
waned, superstition gained complete control 
over the human mind. During this " long dark 
winter," the ordeal, the most brutal and absurd 
superstition the world has ever known, came 
into high repute, and the innocent victims, 
accused of crime and forced to walk hot plough- 
shares or dip their arms in boiling water as a 
test of guilt, alone knew that the ordeal was 
but superstition in the hands of power. 

Next came the popular superstition that the 
world would end with the year, 1000 A. D., 
when legal documents always began with 
the expression, "As the world isnoio drawing to 
its close." 

When an animated revival of learning started 
in the 16th century, the pall of superstition 
and magic began to lift itself from the semi- 
civilized sphere. Science stepped forward and 
declared that it would investigate the super- 
stitions and wonderful claims of the magicians 
then rife, and as soon as the existing conditions 



A BRIEF SKETCH OP SUPERSTITION. 47 

were pronounced false, the clouds were pushed 
farther back and the light of truth began to 
shine once more on a benighted world. Truth, 
which had so long been fettered to earth by the 
bans of ignorance, vice and superstition again 
rose triumphant, and the "long black night" 
gave way to a still brighter day. 

Modern superstition, surrounded as it is by 
every influence to dispel it, can offer no excuse 
for existing at all. It has centered, more or 
less, around hypnotism and beliefs concerning 
coincidences, dreams, presentiments, appari- 
tions, table rappings, and, above all, spiritual- 
ism and clairvoyance. Minor superstitions, 
such as those concerning Friday and the number 
thirteen, are too absurd to deserve even passing 
notice. 

About the middle of the 18th century, 
Mesmer, a physician and an astrologer, at- 
tempted to account for the supposed force 
which he believed the stars exerted upon man 
by assuming that it was electricity ; afterwards, 
discarding this theory, he attributed it to mag- 
netism, and finally he concluded that by strok- 



48 A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION. 

ing a diseased body with a magnet he might, 
effect a cure. Mesmer's experiments resulted 
in the discovery of that wonderful power 
which by certain " passes " or strokes of the 
hand, or by other means of procedure, makes 
the subject fall into a deep slumber and his 
mind subservient to the will of the operator. 
(It is claimed that diseases were cured in this 
way in the earliest days by priests in the re- 
cesses of temples in Egypt, Babylonia, and in 
other eastern countries.) 

Mesmer added fraud to his discovery, which 
being detected, caused a re-action in the excited 
mind of the public, and he died denounced as 
an impostor. Mesmerism, stripped of its super- 
stitions and absurdities is now known as hyp- 
notism or animal magnetism. In certain Eu- 
ropean countries, hypnotism was once practiced 
so generally for improper purposes that prohib- 
itory laws were enacted. Very recently in our 
own country a hypnotized person, who commit- 
ted murder, was acquitted by the courts, while 
the hypnotist was convicted of murder in the 
first degree. By the uneducated mind hypnot- 




"no, sir, it could not have been rats." 
—Page 21. 



A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION. 49 

ism is looked upon as a supernatural perform- 
ance, notwithstanding the fact that it has been 
physiologically explained, and is now a repu- 
table science. 

In table-rappings, clairvoyance and spiritu- 
alism, fraud has been so of ten detected that it is 
impossible for the unbiased investigator to say 
whether there be even anything in them at all. 
The courts have declared that clairvoyants may 
be prosecuted for obtaining money under false 
pretenses, while Post-office authorities appre- 
hend them for using the mails for fraudulent 
purposes. 

Lord Kelvin claims, " One-half of hypnot- 
ism and clairvoyance is fraud and the other 
half is bad observation." While there may be, 
and doubtless is, fraud practiced in connection 
with hypnotism, it does not deserve to be pro- 
nounced totally false by the same authority 
which declares, "Science is bound by the ever- 
lasting law of honor to face fearlessly every 
problem which can fairly be presented to it." 
Hypnotism has stood its test to the satisfaction 

D 



50 A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION. 

of science, while clairvoyance has never been 
presented as a problem. 

The rapping feature of recent spiritualistic 
growth had its origin, less than one hundred 
years ago, in a haunted house in the State of 
New York. The rappings were similar to those 
in "A True Ghost Story." When the most trying 
questions were answered the excitement became 
intense, committees failed to detect fraud, and 
the news of the claimed discovery spread. As 
a result, there are papers and magazines pub- 
lished all over the world in the interest of 
Spiritualism, and now there are said to be 
more than one million members of the Spirit- 
ualist Church in America alone. To-day it is 
wrecking the minds of hundreds, and if it is 
all fraud, it is time for a crusade to be made 
against it. 

Some remarkable coincidences in connection 
with dreams, apparitions and presentiments are 
on record. Whether they be the product of a 
disordered nervous system or a vivid imagina- 
tion, whether they be a high order of mental 
phenomena, whether they be a display of some 






A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION. 51 

abstract principle, like distance, space, and 
eternity, not intended for the human mind to 
comprehend, they must first be cleared of the 
superstitions surrounding them, and possibly 
some psychological truth may be discovered, 
which for long years has been misunderstood 
and abused. 

Telepathy, the alleged influence which one 
mind may exert upon another through infinite 
distance^ is being investigated and experimented 
with. Indeed, the English Committee of the In- 
ternational Society for Psychical Research, after 
examining 17,000 reported cases of apparitions, 
hallucinations and presentiments, etc., con- 
cludes : 

" Between death and apparitions of the dying 
person a connection exists which is not due to 
chance alone. This we hold as a proved fact.''' 

In the blackest soil the most beautiful 
plants take root and sometimes the seeds sown 
lie covered and hid until the germ is ready to 
expand, when slowly it forces its way through 
and continues to grow long after the hand 
which dropped it has withered. So it has been 



52 A BRIEF SKETCH OF SUPERSTITION. 

with the seed planted in superstition, and but 
for the superstition of ancient and medieval 
times the foundations might never have been 
laid that resulted in Modern Science. The 
ground work of Astronomy is traced to Baby- 
lonian astrologers who observed the heavenly 
bodies searching for signs to foretell future 
events on earth, and as late as the year 1609 
A. D., Kepler made his grand discoveries — 
growths sprung up in the midst of his mystical 
astrological speculations ; the efforts of the 
visionary alchemist to change substances into 
gold and the search for an elixir to restore the 
aged to immortal youth, gave birth to the 
science of Chemistry. These and other sciences, 
which had similar origins, sprang up from tiny, 
seemingly worthless seed. But nurtured ten- 
derly through the years they have reached that 
growth which knows no killing frost, and in the 
years to come, freed from the influences of 
superstition, the tree of human knowledge, into 
which truth alone now is grafted, will grow and 
grow till the end of time. 






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